Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Estonia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing EPMD to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Delta 5,
Todd Terry,
The Blues Magoos,
EPMD,
Rakim,
Blancmange,
Joy Division,
The Smiths,
Mark Hollis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roxette,
Siglo XX,
The Mojo Men,
The Fall,
Sister Nancy,
Marine Girls,
Brick,
Television,
Eric B and Rakim,
Grauzone,
The Moody Blues,
The Smoke,
Boogie Down Productions,
Toni Rubio,
Nirvana,
The Fugs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scan 7,
The Skatalites,
Fatback Band,
Warren Ellis,
Infiniti,
Boz Scaggs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stiv Bators,
The Slits,
Maleditus Sound,
Lucky Dragons,
Judy Mowatt,
Flipper,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cecil Taylor,
Bauhaus,
Gang Green,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Stetsasonic,
The Angels of Light,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Unrelated Segments,
Moebius,
a-ha,
the Fania All-Stars,
Can,
Jeff Mills,
Anthony Braxton,
Easy Going,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.